An exit bag as i know it is a gas mask or bag connected via tube to a small tank of helium.You slightly open the helium tank while you are wearing the mask. Your lungs supposedly don't recognize the difference between oxigen and helium so you pass out after 1 or two minutes and die by asphixia shortly after, without you noticing.

No, what I was talking about was ovens used to use some of the same gasses that are used in exit bags because they knock you out without causing discomfort. It's lost on the modern era because people think that the ovens were turned on and not that the gasses used could kill you.

Just get a boat and go out to sea and kill yourself there. Get some waves and sights before you die, no cop is going to be depressed at seeing yet another suicide, no family member has to discover you.

Also most people die alone. If you're in a hospital near the end of your life, you're probably dying alone (at least, you won't be dying with anyone you actually care about). You'll probably die in the middle of the night or on a table. And most of us here are dying in a hospital.

"Suddenly Frodo noticed that a strange-looking weather-beaten man, sitting in the shadows near the wall, was also listening intently to the hobbit-talk. He had a tall tankard in front of him, and was smoking a long-stemmed pipe curiously carved. His legs were stretched out before him, showing high boots of supple leather that fitted him well, but had seen much wear and were now caked with mud. A travel-stained cloak of heavy dark-green cloth was drawn close about him, and in spite of the heat of the room he wore a hood that overshadowed his face; but the gleam of his eyes could be seen as he watched the hobbits."

People are really bad about their medical decisions. Too many people die in ways they don't want to when it's completely preventable.

Most doctors die at home and forego risky surgeries even if it might postpone their life because they take quality of life into consideration.

Most people die at the hospital in pain and agony and a shell of their former self because they don't realize that quality of life matters more than longevity (after a certain point) and because family members are desperate to postpone the inevitable, also because people never leave behind anything expressing anything about what to do with them if they're incapacitated, so that leaves the choices to fall upon a family or spouse that may not be able to make the decision you actually want them to make, because you either didn't tell them or because there's no document binding them to a certain set of actions.

"Suddenly Frodo noticed that a strange-looking weather-beaten man, sitting in the shadows near the wall, was also listening intently to the hobbit-talk. He had a tall tankard in front of him, and was smoking a long-stemmed pipe curiously carved. His legs were stretched out before him, showing high boots of supple leather that fitted him well, but had seen much wear and were now caked with mud. A travel-stained cloak of heavy dark-green cloth was drawn close about him, and in spite of the heat of the room he wore a hood that overshadowed his face; but the gleam of his eyes could be seen as he watched the hobbits."

I've actually already written out a couple things following hard times. I know that at any given time I could get into an accident and become a vegetable or in a coma, so it's a nice thing to prepare for. If I were to become a vegetable, fuck that. Pull the plug. If I'm not myself or able to contribute to the world, I'm not gonna be kept alive just as a sack of meat. As for a coma, I give myself 6 months before doing the same. Again, I would rather die than be kept alive as a useless meat sack.

As for preferable cause of death, I'd say as a bomb destroying this one building I never liked and don't want to be in this world. And then confetti spreads fucking everywhere. Y'know, gotta make it at least a little festive.